Iron throne
She swept into the courtyard followed by her entourage of nodding sycophants. Casing her malevolent gaze over her subjects, she carefully selected her next victim. Who did she endeavor to destroy this week?
Each of her ladies in waiting were specifically chosen for their beauty and prestige, as well as their inability to resist their mistress’ ascendancy. They could no easier resist her commands than they could give up breathing.
Within their conclave they envision themselves as untouchable, above the uncouth proletariat. Rules of common decency do not apply, they willing crush the spirit of those deemed unworthy as easily as they crush insects beneath the heel of their patent leather Mary Janes.
Settling into her designated throne, she gave a barely discernible nod, indicating the others could now take their places around her. Scanning the gathering, a wicked sneer played across her cherub face, the corners of her cotton candy lips turning up slightly.
With the full attention of each of her lackeys, she looked pointedly at the focus of her ire until she was sure there was no question who had fallen into displeasure. The crime this poor soul committed was to speak to a boy favored by Her Highness.
A campaign of harassment began immediately. Carefully phrased threats repelled any who would stand up for the Queen’s target. Bullied allies fell away, frightened they would be the next casualty.
Books pushed from a desk, pencils stolen. Arms and legs pinched by mysterious fingers, vile names whispered in her ear. The final insult came when the boy who she made laugh days prior, now joined in the reign of terror.
Watching from her balcony on the monkey bars, she took in the extent of her rule, satisfied with how thoroughly she brought down her rival. It is good to be Queen and hold sway over the fourth grade playground.
Rule of thirds
Trifecta, a weekly one-word prompt, challenges writers to use that word in its third definition form, using no less than 33 words or no more than 333. The week’s prompt is: Sway [noun \ˈswā\] 3: a) a controlling influence; b) sovereign power; c) the ability to exercise influence or authority
This strikes fear into this mother’s heart. I have been thinking lately of how horrifying navigating the world outside of home as a child often was and wondering how to spare my kid the nightmare. Anyone have a hermetic bubble I can buy cheap?
Thanks for joining us again this week, Tara. I am agreeing with thebigbookofdating–every time I visit your site, I take note of your layout. It’s clean but original and quirky. I love it. On to your writing. . .I loved your metaphor. The word “lackey” is perfect here. I also love the idea of “falling into displeasure.” That’s how I remember those days–one day you were in and then the next, without any rhyme or reason, you were out. Fallen. Thanks for another great piece. Remember to come back on Monday for the new prompt.
sorry to say I didn’t even give the image a second glance until the end – it is a perfect fit, but you still surprised me. And . . . with grandkiddos in elementary still, I am hoping that they are neither the perpetrator nor the prey.
Oh god, it makes me want to homeschool my kid. You captured elementry school perfectly.
I too was surprised. Nice write.
I wasn’t surprised because there were hints for the reader to figure out who the “Queen” is throughout the story, still it’s a great read. I suppose we all knew someone just like that back at school. :)
Very nice – Love the picture. Love the image of the queen sitting at the top.
Fantastic story, Tara. I love the picture you chose to go a long with it and the ending was perfect.
great pic, I was surprised at the end.
Ok, so I didn’t pay too much attention to the photo at the beginning and thus, you were able to surprise me with the 4th grade, though I will also admit that I knew we were talking about the younger crowd with the patent leather mary jane’s (Though I have a pair of those myself with 3 inch heels, LOL). This was enthralling. I enjoyed it immensely!
Oh, how I remember those days. Loved the way you wrote this, and the photo is VERY cool :)
Ohhhh that happens way too often. I sort of figured that’s where you were going with the photo (LOVE that photo, whoever took it), but so well put together. This is my greatest fear for Little Miss, not that she’ll fall prey to the bullies but that she’ll use her magnetic personality for evil.
I’m sure Little Miss will only use her powers for good.
This was terrific Tara…what a great picture. Kind of brought back some memories. Patent leather Mary Janes…oh yeah.
Sadly, some of these little demons never grow up and remain Mean Girls their entire lives.
Well done, Tara. Once again you’ve hit the nail squarely on the head. The only problem is that some bully, upon reading this, will likely not see herself reflected in the mirror of your words.
They never do.
so well said, Lou.
Kids can be so cruel. Great writing.
Well done. I recognized the school bullies. I did initially think we would get a glimpse of Marie Antoinette, but the patent leather mary janes identified the metaphor. I always managed to run afoul of the queen and her court, and you’ve depicted them with vicious accuracy.
I remember that little . . .
Great write, Tara!
Yeah, teh last part is just magic. Also, I this may be about one of my daughters. It wouldn’t surprise me.
awesome job
I love your layout, awesome post (: (By layout I mean the backgrounds lovely)
so cool. Based on the image I immediately knew this was dealing with the world of the elementary school playground. Fabulously constructed